Monday, February 21, 2011
wint'swords: Sheltered
wint'swords: Sheltered: " Through the pines, where soft breezes blow, through the pines, we see traces of snow, through the pines, ..."
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Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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